(because I suck at titles)

daylight savings time can bite me

So here we are again. Spring forwarding. During fall backwarding last year, I lamented that everything in my house automatically changes when the time does, so I had no idea if it had actually happened or not. Tree falls when nobody is around kind of thing, that. In the ensuing months, I purchased a new clock for my nightstand with a handy dandy “put your cell phone in this little slot” recharging area. So when I woke up, I pried open one eyelid to glance at the little blue numbers and believed what they told me.